New Year's Eve will always be a bittersweet day for me.
Take this year's own for example.
2015 wasn't exactly the best year, you know.
My mom will support that claim.
It was twenty minutes to midnight
And she was twenty sentences into apologies.
There we sat, on the hill overlooking the west bay of the island,
Waiting for fireworks.
For something colorful to shoot across the sky, and captivate us into the blissful limbo.
There we were, apologizing for the shitty people we had been
In the year that was soon behind us.
There I was, asking myself so many questions about the coming year,
The year only separated from me by minutes.
Would next year be different?
Would it be better? Worse?
It is scary, huh? Not knowing the answers to those questions.
Not knowing answers leave room for possibilities.
And that's like being blindfolded, spun around, and then told to fall backwards
without even the hint of someone standing behind you.
YOU ARE READING
Over The Ledge
Poetry"Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep" Some people turn to alcohol Some turn to drugs I have words.
